Biografia:
Speechwriters LLC is a limited liability California corporation formed in the first quarter of the 2001 fiscal year. Misha and Dave met in Claremont, CA and went through rhythm sections like Kleenex until literally stumbling upon drummer Matt Kolsky in February of 2002, at which point they began touring the country as a trio and continued until it got so cold that they had to come home. Jack Mahaffy signed on full time in the summer of 2003 when it
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
D
First chord's the favorite of everyone indeed
D G
It rings of possibilities of all the things you thought a song could be
A D
Of all your hopes and dreams, dee dee dee dee dee
D
Next chord it disappoints, it disappoints like me
D G
It heads in a direction and it stifles other opportunities
A D
Of what a song could be, dee dee dee dee dee
G A D
Now I'm calling you and it's a Sunday and I'm feeling like a whore
G A D
Now I'm telling you things I've told you 'bout a thousand times before
Em G A
It's the last time that I'll hurt you, I scream at the top of my lungs
D
The first time we kissed we heard different things for sure
D G
I thought it was a love song a short one, yeah, but you were here and more
A D
We both turned different chords, different, that's for sure
G A D
Now I'm calling you and it's a Sunday and I'm feeling like a whore
G A D
Now I'm telling you things I've told you bout a thousand times before
Em G A
It's the last time that I'll hurt you, I scream at the top of my lungs
D
What the hell has happened to the way things used to be
D
Freedom meant much more than living harnessed gracefully
G G
And I could tell you that I loved you
A A D
And believe it faithfully dee dee dee dee
G A D
And now I'm calling you and it's a Sunday and I'm feeling like a whore
G A D
Now I'm telling you things I've told you bout a thousand times before
Em G A
It's the last time that I'll hurt you, I scream at the top of my lungs
(Then there's the country-ish riff played over and over again, which I'll now tab here once)
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First chord's the favorite of everyone indeed
D G
It rings of possibilities of all the things you thought a song could be
A D
Of all your hopes and dreams, dee dee dee dee dee
D
Next chord it disappoints, it disappoints like me
D G
It heads in a direction and it stifles other opportunities
A D
Of what a song could be, dee dee dee dee dee
G A D
Now I'm calling you and it's a Sunday and I'm feeling like a whore
G A D
Now I'm telling you things I've told you 'bout a thousand times before
Em G A
It's the last time that I'll hurt you, I scream at the top of my lungs
D
The first time we kissed we heard different things for sure
D G
I thought it was a love song a short one, yeah, but you were here and more
A D
We both turned different chords, different, that's for sure
G A D
Now I'm calling you and it's a Sunday and I'm feeling like a whore
G A D
Now I'm telling you things I've told you bout a thousand times before
Em G A
It's the last time that I'll hurt you, I scream at the top of my lungs
D
What the hell has happened to the way things used to be
D
Freedom meant much more than living harnessed gracefully
G G
And I could tell you that I loved you
A A D
And believe it faithfully dee dee dee dee
G A D
And now I'm calling you and it's a Sunday and I'm feeling like a whore
G A D
Now I'm telling you things I've told you bout a thousand times before
Em G A
It's the last time that I'll hurt you, I scream at the top of my lungs
(Then there's the country-ish riff played over and over again, which I'll now tab here once)
-5--3----------------------------------------------------------------------|
------3-6-3--3--3---3-6--3---3-6-3-----------------------------------------|
------------5-----5--------5-------5-2-------------------------------------|
---------------------------------------5-5-0-------------------------------|
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